“Do you think you could give her any money out of your bank, Daddy?” asked Bunny.  “And she could give it back after she got her legacy.”

“I’ll see about it,” was the smiling answer.  “I know some of the men in the Grocery Supply Company,” went on Mr. Brown, “and I’ll ask them to be a bit easy with the old lady.  But you didn’t tell us about this legacy, Bunny.  You told us about the cross man, but not about the legacy.”

“The children have spoken of it to me several times,” said Mrs. Brown.  “It seems some relative of Mrs. Golden has died, and her son has gone to see about some money or property that may come to his mother.”

“She’ll have plenty of money when she gets her legacy,” remarked Bunny.  “She told me so.”

“Then let us hope that she gets it,” said Mr. Brown.  “And now don’t you children worry any more about it,” he told Bunny and Sue.  “I’ll help Mrs. Golden if she really needs it.”

“And we’ll help her, too,” said Bunny to his sister, as they went to bed that night.

“Hey, Bunny!  Hi, Bunny Brown!” called a voice under Bunny’s window early the next morning.

“Hello!  Who’s down there?” Bunny asked, jumping out of bed.

“Come on down!” cried Charlie Star.  “We’re going to have a ball game!  We’re waiting for you!  Bobbie Boomer, Harry Bentley, George Watson, and all the fellows are over in the lots waiting.  Come on have a ball game!”

“I didn’t know it was so late!” murmured Bunny, rubbing his eyes.  “I’ll be right down!”

He had, indeed, slept later than usual, and as this was vacation time, his mother had not called him, though Sue had got up and had gone off to play with some of the girls.

Bunny had his breakfast and then he ran over to the big lots with Charlie.  A number of boys were tossing and batting balls, and when Bunny arrived there were enough to make up two “sides” and have a game.  Bunny was captain of one team and Charlie Star of the other.

“Now, fellows, we want to beat!” cried Bunny, as he took his place to pitch the first ball of the game.

“Yes!  Ho!  Ho!  I’d like to see your side win!” laughed Charlie.  “We won’t let you get a single run!”

It was all jolly good fun, and though each side tried to win it was in good-nature, which is how all games should be played.  First Bunny’s team was ahead, and then Charlie’s, until it came close to noon, when the boys knew they would have to stop playing and go home to dinner.

“Now, fellows,” said Bunny Brown, as it was his turn to bat, “I’m going to knock a home run and that will win the game for us!”

“Pooh!  You can’t knock a home run!” laughed Charlie, who was pitching for his side.

Bunny swung hard at the ball which Charlie pitched to him.  And Bunny himself was a little surprised when his bat struck it squarely and the ball sailed away, much farther than he had ever knocked a ball before.